Tang Wulin was absent-minded for the whole morning, and he didn't know what kind of blow he had gone through.
"Are you okay, Captain?" Xu Xiaoyan poked Tang Wulin's cheek.
"Ah, just now the teacher said that Mingyu would not be allowed to play in the class competition, damn it!" Tang Wulin said with a bitter face.
"Amazing." Zhao Mingyu sighed.
"Let Xiaopang take over, you go and invite him, it's still no problem to win." Zhao Mingyu said lightly.
"Do your best in the selection competition, class monitor. If it doesn't work out, you still have forging, and forging still needs you to represent our class." Luo Guixing smiled and walked past Tang Wulin.
Yang Nianxia followed closely behind and said earnestly: "Forging committee member is actually more suitable for you. Don't force yourself."
"What do you mean by forced? That's called overestimating one's own ability." Zheng Yiran was still so mean and walked away without looking back.
Wu Siduo passed by Tang Wulin without saying anything. Finally, it was Xu Yucheng, who narrowed his eyes and stared at Tang Wulin.
"?!" Zhao Mingyu thought to himself, "What a shame, what kind of people are these."
Then he hinted at Xie Xie with his eyes.
"Oh, you defeated opponent, so arrogant, oh, how does it feel to have a dagger pierced into your head?" Xie Xie said.
Xu Yucheng instantly became angry.
"It's a pity that we don't have time to quarrel with you." After that, Xie Xie walked away without even looking back.
The group found Xu Lizhi and invited him to join, and he also joined happily, so that there would be nothing to say if the opponent lost in a five-on-five game.
"Gu Yue, I'm leaving first. Alas, Teacher Wu banned me from the game, so annoying." Zhao Mingyu said regretfully.
"You are too sure, but our new team will definitely win." Gu Yue said firmly.
"I don't mean to compete with the class, it's not my ambition, by the way, I'll give you something."
Zhao Mingyu said and left first.
Gu Yue reached out and found that it was a soul guide protective shield.
Tang Wulin and his group went to establish good relations with Xu Lizhi and Ye Xinglan first.
Zhao Mingyu flashed to the magic workshop, and the data analysis was completed.
"Something is wrong, it's too wrong, it looks like a mixed blood." He discovered another big secret, Zhao Mingyu pondered.
"Let's not pursue it for now, let's make an explorer first? Can I send my soul power into the abyss creatures?"
"According to the ancient books found, the abyss creatures will return to the abyss plane after death. Can this be used to control these creatures through forced contracts?"
"At the moment of killing the abyss creatures, mark the anchor, and you can know the full picture of the abyss. Haha, at least learn the contract magic well." Zhao Mingyu thought.
In the magic workshop, Zhao Mingyu first made the props. He planned to use the breath of the fallen angel to cover up his magic. After all, his light was too bright and he might be discovered as soon as he entered. This should come in handy.
"I think it will succeed." Zhao Mingyu made a decision.
Zhao Mingyu came to Yuan En Ye Hui's dormitory again and knocked on the door!
"What's the matter again? Zhao Mingyu." Yuan En Ye Hui's voice came from inside.
"So you're here." Zhao Mingyu thought to himself, "Can't you open the door? Yuan En."
"I'll open the door if you want to spar with me..."
"I promise..." Zhao Mingyu said hurriedly.
Yuan En Ye Hui opened the door and showed her little face.
"...I'm not a nightmare, just a blood draw." Zhao Mingyu said casually.
"Draw again? No, absolutely not..." The girl shook her head like a rattle.
"Since you want to spar, let's spar. Use the Fallen Angel Martial Spirit to fight me." Zhao Mingyu said and went to the ring.
Yuan En Ye Hui followed him.
After arriving at the ring and paying the money, you can start the competition.
Zhao Mingyu took the lead in calling out the holy sword, turning the sword with one hand, and playing a few sword flowers, very easily.
Yuan En Ye Hui's expression was solemn. This was her first real competition with Zhao Mingyu. Yuan En Ye Hui took a step forward, and suddenly her wings spread out behind her. Three circles of purple soul rings rose, and the fallen angel martial spirit was released!
Yuan En Ye Hui dodged a few times, and released her first soul skill. The dark sky enveloped her, and she disappeared from Zhao Mingyu's sight.
Suddenly, a purple light flashed in the darkness, and the magic sword chopped at Zhao Mingyu's back.
Zhao Mingyu blocked with his backhand, sparks flew, and the shock wave of the collision dispelled the darkness, and the holy sword became brighter in the battle.
"Dang"
, continuous collisions, the sword energy flying everywhere swept across the competition venue, and swords appeared one after another.
Yuan En Ye Hui's three soul rings flashed together, and the dark evil breath emanated from her.
The golden light protected Zhao Mingyu and protected him from the invasion of darkness.
Light and darkness devoured each other, and Yuan En Ye Hui tried her best but could only barely withstand the purification of light. The gap was too big.
Yuan En Yehui mobilized all her soul power, flashed in the void, and burst out with powerful momentum, slashing towards Zhao Mingyu. The wings behind her flapped her to stay in the air, and another black and purple sword energy slashed towards the opponent.
Zhao Mingyu easily blocked Yuan En's slash, and then released his sword energy to counteract her sword energy. So far, Zhao Mingyu has not released his soul skills.
Yuan En Yehui gently pursed her red lips, and an unwilling emotion appeared in her heart, "Can't I even force his soul ring out? I can't compare with illusion and swordsmanship at all, just let him release his soul skills, right."
This is because he blamed Zhao Mingyu wrongly. His soul skills are basically used for decoration. The powerful moves are either built-in with the holy sword or learned by him.
"Fallen angel..." Yuan En Yehui shouted loudly, flapping his wings lightly, rushing towards Zhao Mingyu like a swooping falcon.
With excellent dynamic vision, Zhao Mingyu can see all of Yuan En Yehui's movements clearly. He just needs to find a weak point to attack.
After a few rounds, the surrounding sword energy has been almost destroyed.
"Hu..." Yuan En Yehui gritted his teeth, his pretty face was abnormally red, and he held the magic sword with both hands, panting.
In her vision, Zhao Mingyu just looked at him calmly, with a relaxed look. The battle had only lasted three minutes, and her soul power had almost been consumed.
"You look very tired, why don't you take a break." Zhao Mingyu said lightly.
Hearing this, Yuan En Yehui lowered her head, drew out the magic sword and attacked Zhao Mingyu.
Zhao Mingyu was just defending, not taking the initiative to attack.
"You attack..." Yuan En Yehui roared, slashing with the sword with both hands.
Completely powerless, there was no point, although the girl knew very well that even if she reached her limit, she didn't want to give up.
Her eyes flashed with purple light, and her momentum completely changed. This attack was absolute. Zhao Mingyu quickly retreated and dodged the stab one by one to the right.
Yuan En Yehui's long legs kicked towards him, and Zhao Mingyu simply caught it with his hands, but didn't throw her out.
Yuan En Yehui's mouth curled up. She guessed Zhao Mingyu's actions. She was in a weak position and had to use this move. After breaking through the limit, she saw that the vision around her was slowed down.